Twisted

Summary:
Post Eclipse. Another vampire has arrived in Forks, but wants nothing to do with the Cullens and everything to do with Bella. Is this newcomer friend or foe? Ok, so it's all finished. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and be sure to check out the sequel, "Unraveled", which will be coming soon. :)

Notes:

1. Chapter 1

I was running, the wind biting at my face. I was trying to forget. Forget the taste and smell, but nothing helped. I was running, and the tears were streaming behind me. Tears that burned my eyes, and seared my cold flesh. Like tiny drops of ice I could feel them, unnatural, as natural as unnatural could get for me. I kept running, knowing that if I stopped the horror would hit with a full crushing blow.

Then, something happened that hadn't happened in over a hundred years, I stumbled. Due to my speed, I crashed into the ground. I lay there for several minutes, sobbing. It was lucky that I didn't need to breathe because I would have been impossible to do in my position. I rolled onto my back and hugged myself tightly. As usual my body was like marble and holding myself did nothing to calm my body-racking sobs.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to see something other than blood. It didn't work, I saw the ground soaked red and I could smell it, simultaneously tantalizing and sickening. I screamed and the sound rang in my ears. The next anguished utterance caught in my throat as the wind changed direction and a scent tickled my nose. Fear flooded me, replacing the sorrow. As swift as I was able, I jumped to my feet and began to run again.

I don't know how long I ran, the wind cutting my cold face. Across fields and through forests, until I reached the ocean. I paused there, watching as the sun crept slowly below the horizon. He was not behind me. Why would he be? I'd done my task. I didn't concern him. He was only concerned with her.I crumpled to the ground, feeling waves of relief wash over me like the ocean that stretched out before me.

It was when I was still that the memories began to rush back. I could smell the blood, see the faces twisted in horror, and here the screams echoing in my mind. Trembling slightly, I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. I tried to remember Tanya's final moments before her head had been ripped away from the rest of her body.

Massacring Tanya's coven hadn't been enough for him. Before he killed and burned the corpse he brought before her every human he could lay his hands on. He killed them all, spilling their blood before her. Children screaming for their mothers. She had been tight lipped, even when they were all dead and his soldiers had scattered. I remembered her face when he pulled me to face her. I hoped that she saw the tension in my face and the horror. This wasn't what I had been promised. They'd guaranteed a peaceful meeting.

He held me by the arm and forced me on my knees before the grieving Tanya. I'd stared into her eyes that burned light liquid fire. She hated us, hated me. I didn't blame her, I hated myself for what I was about to do. He shook me when I didn't do it right away. I knew he was growing impatient and I knew that I was expendable.

As I'd leaned forward, over her bent and exposed throat, I'd whispered as sincerely as I was able, “I didn't want this.” Then, I sank my teeth into her cold, hard flesh. The images began almost immediately, followed by the agonizing pain. He wrenched my head back by my hair, his face expectant. With his free hand he knocked Tanya's head clean from her body. His soldiers tore the rest of her to bits and tossed them into the now raging bonfire.

“Forks,” I hissed between my teeth. “The one called Bella lives in a place called Forks.”